(Germany, bomboclaat)

Knock you out, Round one, Habat out, wagwan? (Bomboclaat)
Smoke gas too strong, you want stress? Come on, come
Get out of here, good luck, no money no chance
Greet my cousin from Bronx, everyone wants to get out of here
If you can't dribble, you'll be dribbled
So start and take what you can
When it comes to revenge, I know no limit
If he recognized you, he banned you
Don't fuck with the yardie
I go my own way
Long starved, today I get everything
The boy, he was shaped by the bills (Ching)
Come on, let me see if you're still a man
When you stand alone in front of me without a back
Because to get someone when there's really a Bela
Is the easier way for you pussies, haha
You ask your parents for money (bow)
I paid for mom's rent (Cash)
Come and look into the barrel of my junk
I swear to God, you'll make a direct turn
(Run!) Ba-Ba-Batty-Boy
You talk too much, but where are the deeds?
While you're at home in your warm bed
I slept outside on the ground

Nine millimeters is caliber
Without scruples, in, out, click-clack-bang
The Glock gets more active
Who do you want to call? Fuck it, click-clack-bang
Bulls are looking, tick' Piece, Shem
Brothers bleed for the fam (rrah)
Youngins shoot in your head
Love, Cash, yeah, yeah

You're on the street, but what now?
Protector, pack it, sell it, make sales
Congo, Jamaica, networked from west to deep in the east
A shot in the chest, you're gone (gone)
Chase the goods, get the next load
Don't act like a godfather, you have weed in packs
From Hemos to downtown towards southwest
The alleys have tasted Askers blood
What gang? What cartel?
Because of pissers like you we wear masks
Loaded with weapons
Indictment for dealing with Haze
What EncroChat?
Haragas, looking for a new chat way (Haraga)
Transport the KGs over to Madrid
Fly with flex prices

Make it quick, want a million
Make the (?) a filet mignon
With the boys, where I was at the beginning
Yes, with yours I'm still, selam, Ammo (ah, yes-yes)
Take the Rolex, I'm with Ekhos
Bapp' in toilet, what's going on now?
Fuck the codex, live on air
You'll bleed to death in the center today (rrah)
Packages Malaga (Malaga)
We are ready for war (ih)
Tilt blood like Moi (?)
Have it in Cannes to Madrid
Make with Canada Flous
Nine-Milli under the Canada Goose
The evidence is covered up
It all feels like it's a curse

Nine millimeters is caliber
Without scruples, in, out, click-clack-bang
The Glock gets more active
Who do you want to call? Fuck it, click-clack-bang
Bulls are looking, tick' Piece, Shem
Brothers bleed for the fam (rrah)
Youngins shoot in your head
Love, Cash, yeah, yeah

The street is school, you can learn a lot here
It's about welding, packing, multiplying
After we fucked them, no one came here anymore
Don't talk about your life being hard
At fourteen I cleared boxes
And with the years it became more and more
They want me in jail, but my lawyer explains
A big fuck to the Kripo, mon frère
Tek-tek is dirty and disgusting
Full of hate (because I have nothing to eat)
Can talk a lot, but no one who does it better
Group movies go off here in my quarter
Goods in bags and make them flat on quantity
No money in the world can change my life (no)
Participation in crime with Woddi at the wheel
With stab wounds they make me a gangster

What Bela? I come, don't see you
But your cousin, doesn't matter, make him go away with Munduki
Drive-by, past, Pull-up, HoodBlaq (brra)
(?), we come too hard
False Fuffi, for you there are shooters
Five-kilo-taker straight from Sudan (rrah)
Overtime for cash in pocket
Days I had no cent in pocket (pat-pat, pat-pat)
(?) in S-Coupé
Chains shine like the Benz emblem, you rich (yallah, yallah, yallah)
(?) are in your arm
Transport (?) Hollanda
Video shoot, man in Paris-City, week tour with Traf', yes, you know busy
When I pull, then I pull through, brother (mon frère)
I aim with the Blicky and then say: "Get your clique"

Nine millimeters is caliber
Without scruples, in, out, click-clack-bang
The Glock gets more active
Who do you want to call? Fuck it, click-clack-bang
Bulls are looking, tick' Piece, Shem
Brothers bleed for the fam (rrah)
Youngins shoot in your head
Love, Cash, yeah, yeah

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